Marwah VII 'A'

LARK

I am high up in the clouds, the wind is rushing by

I am high soaring through the air, up to the sky

Towns are far below, where people come and go

It’s better being here up high

People call me a lark, that’s a nice name

I fly to other lands and come back again

If I stay too long, the weather gets too cold

I need the sun and I don’t like the rain

I make my nest in Oman and

I fly across the land and sea

It’s a deep blue sea

I make my nest in the trees near the sand

Then I come and go I am completely free

Why don’t you come too, up in the sky?

Are you happy on the land? It is better up high!

Come up here with me, there is so much to see

Do not stay down there, come up and fly.